Body Poetic

November 7, 2006 § Leave a comment

Today I’d like it to rain

Today I’d like the ocean taste,

The overpass coming on to me,
small campfires, crowded tents.

Today I’d like a better charade,
a better song to dance to.

Above here below, splitting fusion spitting atom with a sneeze,
nose ropes and off-color teeth, dressing on the cheap;
I too worship a giant stick of butter.

Today I’d like to slip between seconds and sweat atmosphere,
the scent of reconstruction as if you didn’t see it coming;
For this I will tiptoe across desolate fog on continuous wave, transmitter.

The art of sublime obscenity, the body inside of the egg between two sparks;
Up with Her whose image recurs every place I walk.



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